Dreams Are For Naught

Digging ever deeper into an interior spirituality, wanting to be filled with the Divine bluened light, racing against time, taking dreams into the twilight. Enjoying their presence dramatically, swerving to and fro, leaving nothing behind, desires running rampant, fulfilling yearnings that continually keep coming to mind. Wanting them to be quenched, yet you are not here with me to satisfy them and all dreams are for naught, watching and wait- ing for you to appear at my door, impatiently and anticipating your love to fill me.